A hazy morning of dust and grime...
though it had rained last night, hadn't it...?
and... yes... I remember another time...
I had gone to see the rain filter thru'...
the trees and the window panes on the
corner street of our love...
it was as dark then as now...
as light the air was, then.. as now...
the air .. that u breathed in... and I did too..
that bellowed the flames...
u were then.. as u are now... and u are u still...
I am I still.. and something's happened...
I know not what... ask me not what...
something's happened...
the vendor on the street wears an extra special smile...
although the rain hampers his sales...
the kid jumping in the puddle has a spring
to his step...
and the mud puddle seems to spurt up higher...
yes... something has indeed happened...
there's jollity around... though the traffic is slow...
everything's slow mo... a slow rickshaw...
and I saw the lightning in your eyes...
that the rain tried to hide...
 

~Shombuddho~

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